Golden Stars

Part Two: Vladimir Marvenlore

Vladimir's POV:

The children are in trouble.

And I knew that. It wasn't confirmed. But it was pretty clear.

Whenever these kids will come find me. Stuck in my prison.

I picked up the crystal ball with my old, brittle hands. I swished a hand over it, and quietly whispered: "Show me the future of those kids again,"

The same fractured pieces of the future were thrown at me once again.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

Only if there was any way that I could save them. Only if I wasn't stuck here forever because of my rash and impractical actions.

I then stood up and started pacing.

They don't have much time yet. They must act now!

I then stopped. An idea started to form in my head, and I instantly knew it would work. It had to work.

But before I took another step, My head was overloaded with rushing memories, pushing through my head like a wave, piercing my brain.

No. Not again. Not now!

But soon enough, my consciousness was drowning in the flood of memories, and I was consumed by yet another flashback.

"This is all your fault. You brought this upon yourself. Now it is time for me to finally live the life that I deserved to have. Without you."